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You may be an infidel, but you have a head, and you save me money, and you give away your own, and that's good enough for me," he wrung Charley's hand, "and I don't care who knows it sacre!" Charley did not answer him, but calmly withdrew his hand, smiled, raised his hat at the lonely cheer the saddler raised, and passed on, scarce conscious of what had happened.
Ah, Benteen," he smiled pleasantly across at me, his eyes kindling at the recollection, "that was the noblest fighting that ever came my way, yet 'tis likely we shall pay well for our fun. Sacre! 't is no pleasant face, that of their grim war-chief, nor one to inspire a man with hope as he makes plea for mercy." "Marry, no," I replied, determined on exhibiting no greater outward concern than he.
"I have neither son nor grandson; as for my wife, Monsieur le Capitaine, you offer a bribe instead of a threat when you talk of her death." "Sacre! but you will be an addition to our circle, mon brave!" said Gawtrey, laughing; while again the grim circle shouted applause. "But I suppose you care for your own life."
Picking himself out of the gutter, he placed his thumb to his nose, and wiggled his finger in active and reprehensible symbolism, whilst enlarging upon his original critique, in a series of shrill roars: "Rotten! Punk! No good! Swash! Flubdub! Sacré tas de de piffle!" Already his vocabulary was rich and plenteous, though, in those days, tainted by his French origin.
He has gathered them at the telegraph stations, where they cultivate fields of mandioc, beans, potatoes, maize, and other vegetables, and where he is introducing them to stock-raising; and the entire work of guarding and patrolling the line is theirs. After six hours' march we came to the crossing of the Rio Sacre at the beautiful waterfall appropriately called the Salto Bello.
I questioned anxiously, for I could see no signs of her presence from where I stood, and she uttered no sound. "I am uninjured," she returned, "but the boat takes water freely. I fear a plank has given way." "Parbleu!" sputtered De Noyan, with a great sound of coughing. "So have I taken water freely. Sacre! I have gulped down enough of the stuff to last me the remainder of life."
"Your loss must indeed have been great; your men crossed under the fire of a whole battery." "Not exactly," said I; "our first party were quietly stationed in Oporto before you knew anything about it." "Ah, sacré Dieu! Treachery!" cried he, striking his forehead with his clinched fist. "Not so; mere daring, nothing more. But come, tell me something of your own adventures. How were you taken?"
I know the difference between a bold dash and the utter foolhardiness such a hopeless venture as this would be." "Sacre! you appear strangely over-cautious all at once," and I detected a covert sneer in the Chevalier's low, drawling tone. "The Spaniard's blade must have let out the best of your blood.
It could be seen that Spoon was some kind of a hero in the eyes of Miséricorde. Rich, for he had paid the drinks; travelled, they had his assertion for it; courageous, he could anathematize the Archbishop; Miséricorde had seldom such a novelty all to itself. "Sacré! To blazes wit' you; set 'em up all roun', you blas' Canaydjin nigger! Du gin, vite done! John Collins' pour le crowd!
He jumped up and vanished, jerking out between his teeth one furious sacre enfant de grace, a Canadian title of honor, made doubly emphatic by being usually applied together with a cut of the whip to refractory mules and horses. The next morning we saw an old buffalo escorting his cow with two small calves over the prairie.
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